A little Heaven on Earth
Soft and pure white
Like an angel’s wings
Twisted in flight
A sea of green hearts
Sprout upward from below
Reflecting their light and love
Onto the beauty above
Their long stem necks
Each reaching higher than the next
As their petals delicately spread
Into the sparkling, golden glow
A few lone droplets begin to fall
Tiny balls of glitter
Wrap themselves around each thirsty heart
Soaking into each lovely part
In only a few seasons
Are we blessed with the sight
To see these angels
Stopped mid flight
One by one these holy beauties begin to weep
Bowing their heads
Out of the blasting heat
And by the swirling winds, are again set free
This poem is from my sophomore year. It is about these cyclamen flowers that were sitting on our kitchen table. I remember because I was sitting there trying to figure out what to write my piece on, and then I started to stare at these flowers, which gave me the idea. Overall, I think there is definite improvement in descriptions from last year to this years piece. I use less obvious metaphors and descriptions, and am able to weave a theme throughout the poem, likening the flowers to angels. Up until this year, I didn't really write poems, they made me nervous I think, so it was a pretty interesting endeavor for me to attempt to write this. That is another way in which I grew as a writer my sophomore year--I experimented and tried new things.
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